Since Monday, that is, after she accompanied me during yard work. I was moving flagstone that had long rested in place, flipping random, crumbling boards, and digging out our too-shallow ditch.

When I tipped up a particularly large slab of flagstone, she was so excited by the scattering herds of earwigs that she squeaked. On top of her happy clucking sound--bonus squeaks. I've never heard that before.

She LOVES earwigs. I admit I'm not a huge fan. Happily, I have my charming, intrepid integrated pest management (IPM) professional working by my side, always enthusiastically lending a beak.